"Normal" Is A Relative Term

Our new neighbors are moving in. Not the ones beside us, the ones behind us. I heard the kids talking to someone, yesterday. They have always told me that they think there is a ghost living in the house, so I had to see if this ghost had actually materialized or if they had gotten some tabs from the ice cream man and were having a bad trip. So I jumped up on our play set and took a look. Sure enough, there was a little girl standing in the yard.

So there we were, all seven kids and me, peeping over the wall and attempting to find out if the little girl was actually accompanied by adults or just another abandoned child, left to roam the streets of Hellsperia. She would not answer any of our questions. She just stood, staring wide eyed like she'd seen Satan himself. A few seconds later, her mom walked around the corner. She was...normal looking! "Oh, hi!" I started the soon to be awkward conversation. The same look of terror fell over her face, as the one her daughter wore. "Ummm, are you the new neighbors?" She managed a "Yes," but the look in her eye was very fearful. Maybe it was the fact that eight people were hanging over the fence and invading her privacy to the Nth degree. Yeah whatever, I was just so excited that they looked normal. "That's great! You look normal! Are you staying? If you ever find one of these guys (pointing at my dirty faced heathens) in your yard, would you just toss 'em back over? Thanks! My three year old can scale a brick wall like you wouldn't believe!"

Her jaw sort of came unhinged. She actually took a few steps backward. Shitballs. I had scared her. There went any chance of becoming friends. Upon realizing my crime of scaring the shit out of her, we said a quick goodbye and descended back into our own yard. I saw an alarm company and a window blind company in front of their house today. I think it is safe to say that she may be normal, but I doubt the feeling is mutual.